“Do you want me to stop?” I said to him in a slutty voice. His mind wanted to say yes, but he was enjoying it and didn’t utter a word. “Though... so,” I said as I got on my knees. I put my tongue on his tip and licked it. Then I slowly took his head in my mouth and moved my tongue all over it.He lost his balance a little trying to process this as he held the kitchen counter for support now. Then I slowly took it all in. Now I was blowing him in full flow. I spit on his dick and then sucked on it. Ron turned around, "I thought that you might like fresh trout for breakfast this morning."Ron explained how he had caught the fish and how he had made a gravy out of an MRE. Brenda didn't believe that he had caught a fish with his hands and questioned him about it while they ate. Brenda felt that this was the best fish she had ever eaten and commended Ron on his cooking several times. Both of them ate their fill and there were no leftovers. After they had eaten, Brenda washed the dishes and Ron. That was when I started to enjoy her blow job. After she pleasured me for so long that I felt complete immunity against shooting my load down her throat. When I realized that, it felt like a revelation.I immediately asked her to stop blowing me. She stopped and looked at me with utter confusion. Seeing the trail of my precum from my tip to her lip made me want to fuck her hard. Except it was her mouth. I felt the sudden urge to shove my wedge my cock between her lips, shove it down her throat,. .as soon as my tongue reaches your glansi taste your salty/sweet pre-cum flavor& i groan deep down inside of my chestas i open my mouth wide & move 4warduntil i feel your girthy pulsing cock-head slip in2 the taut opening of my throat...as soon as my wet lips encircle your rootu start 2 hunch your hips 4ward quickly& your glans fucks in2 my willing throatwith short & stabbing hot little strokes...i grip on2 your ass even more tightly now& pull your cock in2 me as deeply as i canas your pubic.